Downy woodpeckers came for breakfast. Then the dredge started up. Later on, I saw a
question mark butterfly land outside the window. It folded its wings and became a dead leaf. There were other butterflies around. I saw a tiger swallowtail, a painted lady, and I think a spring azure.
After lunch I spent time outside. The Christmas fern survived trampling when the window was installed last winter. A queen yellow jacket hunted for a home site. Two great crested flycatchers flew around, wheep-wheeping. A red-bellied woodpecker pounded on the oak. The house wren surveyed the yard from her porch. I rescued a bee from the water. And chased off goslings repeatedly.
A couple of male house finches tussled and while they were occupied, a male cardinal took over the feeder. There's a moral in that somewhere. The haze thickened and by the time the dredge crew quit the sky was white, darker to the East. But sunset turned gold.
Downy woodpeckers came for breakfast. Then the dredge started up. Later on, I saw a question mark butterfly land outside the window. It folded its wings and became a dead leaf. There were other butterflies around. I saw a tiger swallowtail, a painted lady, and I think a spring azure. 
After lunch I spent time outside. The Christmas fern survived trampling when the window was installed last winter. A queen yellow jacket hunted for a home site. Two great crested flycatchers flew around, wheep-wheeping. A red-bellied woodpecker pounded on the oak. The house wren surveyed the yard from her porch. I rescued a bee from the water. And chased off goslings repeatedly.
A couple of male house finches tussled and while they were occupied, a male cardinal took over the feeder. There's a moral in that somewhere. The haze thickened and by the time the dredge crew quit the sky was white, darker to the East. But sunset turned gold.
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